Seeing the hair being pulled, the little one giggled happily. Her small claws continued to grip tightly; after grabbing for a while, she seemed to kick downward, feeling some resistance, and pulled down even harder.
"Baby, baby, be gentle, be gentle!" Robert Thomson was in great pain. This little devil, who ate and slept so much, had incredible strength. She laughed "giggly" as she pulled, and her other chubby hand kept patting down, extremely delighted.
"Robert, what's wrong?" Emma Smith outside seemed to have heard some peculiar sound and quickly asked.
Robert unconsciously looked up to answer her, but when he looked up, the little one's claw continued to pull, causing him immense pain that made him grit his teeth and almost cry, "It's nothing; the child is just grabbing my hair."
"Oh, then you should just get her hand off of it." Emma thought something had happened, but when she heard it was just this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
